Klaus watched as the bloody mangled corpse of Curtis the guerrilla lay lifeless on the train tracks. The train kept going away and Klaus sat down to regain some energy since he had never fought a guerrilla, let alone even knew one was alive. He was exhausted and was breathing heavily. He clenched his teeth and hit the floor of the train cart when he realized his knife was lodged in Curtis’ neck. He closed his eyes and moved his head back so it rested against a wall of the train car. He remembered when he got that knife. His father gave it to him when he turned 13. He used it to clean animals, kill people, and used it as a utility knife. It was always sharp and ready for any task.
As Klaus kept thinking about the knife his nostalgia slowly grew to anger since his knife is now gone. Klaus got up and picked up his pistol. He looked at it to make sure it was fine. The gun had a few new scratches on it, but Klaus was not concerned about scratches. He reloaded the gun and put it in its holster. He took the empty clip and loaded bullets into it and put it with the other clips. He marched up through the train cars noticing an arm that was ripped from one of the Waltzers by Curtis. He kept going through the train until he got to the front of the train. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. Klaus’ anger only grew at the instance of the locked door. Klaus knocked on the door.
Gumble stuttered again, “W-well I’m not g-going to unlock the door until y-you put your weapons on t-the side a-and you need to say w-w-were friends.”
Klaus sighed and begrudgingly said ,”We’re best friends.”
Klaus only got more enraged put his crossbow on the side. He noticed Lelo putting his gun on the side. It didn’t matter to Klaus if he has a weapon or not, he is a weapon and can crush Gumble’s neck with one hand. As he returned to the door there was a click and the door opened revealing Gumble. Klaus knew he couldn’t kill Gumble since he was the only one who knows how to drive the train. Klaus signed heavily and looked Gumble.
Klaus said angrily, “What the fuck was that?”
Gumble said, “Have you ever hated anyone?”
“Yes, but I don’t see the point.”
“Who did you hate?”
“The men who killed my mother and father.”
“Where are they?”
“They are dead. I killed them”
“But you remember the feeling? Well you see, you are I are cut from the same cloth. We kill people that are in are way. You see I hated someone as well and I killed him. I lost it when I saw the mayor because I hated him, but everything is alright now we are all friends.”
“No more shit?”
“No more shit.”
“Well that solves one problem. The second is I lost my knife.”
“Well I can get you a new knife.”
“I don’t want a new fucking knife. I want my old one back. My father gave me that knife. It’s how I remember him.”
“W-w-well I can get you same knife back.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, you see I can get you that exact same knife back.”
“How?”
“The Fighting Phil’s have a deal with a certain group called Red Church. We dispose of things across these train tracks and the Red Church takes them. They have a collection of weapons, but they don’t use them or even need them. The only problem is you gotta be okay with them. They are cannibals, so they get a bad reputation. If you are good with that then you can go in and get their guns.”
“Do you promise us no more shit? That we can go in there and they will be fine with us taking their guns?”
“All you gotta say is Aye aye, captin.”
“Aye, aye captin.”
“Now don’t worry we’ll be to Madison in a short bit.”
Klaus left the train car and walked to the third car to be alone. He thought back to his father and mother. He remembered the good times they had, but that changed. He remembered the day that changed everything. The day he couldn't go back home. He was out hunting on a sunny day. He had just caught deer with his father’s crossbow. His father only recently let him use it. When his father let him use the crossbow, it was a sign of trust.
Klaus heard gunshots and ran back home to see what was wrong. As he approached his house he noticed the neighbors houses were on fire. Only a few houses were not on fire. Klaus went to his basement and grabbed his father’s automatic rifle. His father had that rifle, when he was in the military. He was trained only to use it in an emergency. He slowly snuck outside, making sure not to make a sound.
He looked around and heard voices coming from a distant house, so he crept over to the house. Klaus looked in the backyard and a bunch of men holding rifles and handguns. He noticed they were all stand near a pile of bodies and were picking through them. Klaus was terrified, but he had hoped that his father and mother got out alive. As he kept watching them go through bodies shifting them from one pile to the second. Klaus watched them move a corpse and one body fell down revealing the face of his father. Klaus felt cold and started shaking, but then rage consumed him after a few seconds. Klaus stood up and squeezed the trigger. He had taken the men by surprise, just as these men took his family by surprise.
As Klaus kept thinking about the knife his nostalgia slowly grew to anger since his knife is now gone. Klaus got up and picked up his pistol. He looked at it to make sure it was fine. The gun had a few new scratches on it, but Klaus was not concerned about scratches. He reloaded the gun and put it in its holster. He took the empty clip and loaded bullets into it and put it with the other clips. He marched up through the train cars noticing an arm that was ripped from one of the Waltzers by Curtis. He kept going through the train until he got to the front of the train. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. Klaus’ anger only grew at the instance of the locked door. Klaus knocked on the door.
“We need to talk,” said Klaus.
Eugene Gumble stuttered, “W-what about?”
“We need to talk, face to face.”
Gumble stuttered again, “W-well I’m not g-going to unlock the door until y-you put your weapons on t-the side a-and you need to say w-w-were friends.”
Klaus sighed and begrudgingly said ,”We’re best friends.”
Klaus only got more enraged put his crossbow on the side. He noticed Lelo putting his gun on the side. It didn’t matter to Klaus if he has a weapon or not, he is a weapon and can crush Gumble’s neck with one hand. As he returned to the door there was a click and the door opened revealing Gumble. Klaus knew he couldn’t kill Gumble since he was the only one who knows how to drive the train. Klaus signed heavily and looked Gumble.
Klaus said angrily, “What the fuck was that?”
Gumble said, “Have you ever hated anyone?”
“Yes, but I don’t see the point.”
“Who did you hate?”
“The men who killed my mother and father.”
“Where are they?”
“They are dead. I killed them”
“But you remember the feeling? Well you see, you are I are cut from the same cloth. We kill people that are in are way. You see I hated someone as well and I killed him. I lost it when I saw the mayor because I hated him, but everything is alright now we are all friends.”
“No more shit?”
“No more shit.”
“Well that solves one problem. The second is I lost my knife.”
“Well I can get you a new knife.”
“I don’t want a new fucking knife. I want my old one back. My father gave me that knife. It’s how I remember him.”
“W-w-well I can get you same knife back.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, you see I can get you that exact same knife back.”
“How?”
“The Fighting Phil’s have a deal with a certain group called Red Church. We dispose of things across these train tracks and the Red Church takes them. They have a collection of weapons, but they don’t use them or even need them. The only problem is you gotta be okay with them. They are cannibals, so they get a bad reputation. If you are good with that then you can go in and get their guns.”
“Do you promise us no more shit? That we can go in there and they will be fine with us taking their guns?”
“All you gotta say is Aye aye, captin.”
“Aye, aye captin.”
“Now don’t worry we’ll be to Madison in a short bit.”
Klaus left the train car and walked to the third car to be alone. He thought back to his father and mother. He remembered the good times they had, but that changed. He remembered the day that changed everything. The day he couldn't go back home. He was out hunting on a sunny day. He had just caught deer with his father’s crossbow. His father only recently let him use it. When his father let him use the crossbow, it was a sign of trust.
Klaus heard gunshots and ran back home to see what was wrong. As he approached his house he noticed the neighbors houses were on fire. Only a few houses were not on fire. Klaus went to his basement and grabbed his father’s automatic rifle. His father had that rifle, when he was in the military. He was trained only to use it in an emergency. He slowly snuck outside, making sure not to make a sound.
He looked around and heard voices coming from a distant house, so he crept over to the house. Klaus looked in the backyard and a bunch of men holding rifles and handguns. He noticed they were all stand near a pile of bodies and were picking through them. Klaus was terrified, but he had hoped that his father and mother got out alive. As he kept watching them go through bodies shifting them from one pile to the second. Klaus watched them move a corpse and one body fell down revealing the face of his father. Klaus felt cold and started shaking, but then rage consumed him after a few seconds. Klaus stood up and squeezed the trigger. He had taken the men by surprise, just as these men took his family by surprise.